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Share Us
We’d tested the limits of our newest ability, where I’d learned the hard way that we could share images of our current surroundings. It was due to this that Sariel knew exactly what Neo looked like, those huge white wings included.
I’d sensed before he even said anything that he didn’tactuallyhave a problem with other angels, it was just that the angel inside of him was losing it. Which I could also sense. His angel was possessive; he wasn’t necessarily jealous of Neo, but he was protective of our bond and did not approve of me being in close proximity with him, especially alone.
I’d needed to remind both parties that our sleeping arrangements were currently out of our control and that we had much bigger fish to fry, like escaping, before our inevitable demise at the hands of the extremely corrupt Upper Council.
I now relayed the information Neo had shared with me regarding the Council’s dirty laundry. Sariel didn’t seem all that surprised or impressed. Whether that was because of his clear exhaustion or because he’d made the correlation between Azazel’s behavior already, I wasn’t sure.
I was just getting through to him, convincing him that escaping with Neo’s friends might be our best option, when he went radio silent on me. It felt like he’d slammed a door on the other side of the bond, abruptly blocking me out entirely.
I froze completely.
Neo glanced at me, eyes narrowed. “Everything all right?” he questioned.
I shook my head, hoping to clear it of whatever block had developed between the bond. My wolf nudged at the dimming light with her nose, a pained whine echoing through my head and body. The light on the bond flickered dangerously, causing her to howl.
“Aria?”
Neo moved toward me and I immediately flinched back.
“He’s gone,” I uttered.
“What?”
“I can’t…” I stumbled backwards. “I can’t hear him, Neo.”
“What do you mean you can’t hear him? Like he’sgonegone? There’s no bond lighting up, like you said?”
“It’s dimming,” I answered quietly. My wolf’s howling had grown so intense, it sounded like a siren going off in my head.
“Maybe it’s his energy? Maybe it’s just very low?”
While that was something to consider, I had still seen the bond pulsing brightly when he’d shut me out the first time. Even when he’d eventually reopened it and I’d very briefly felt the amount of pain he was in, his bond hadn’t dimmed the way it was now, like a bulb about to go out.
“I think he’s dying, Neo,” I whispered.
“Oh.”
My wolf collapsed onto her stomach beside the bond and pressed her face onto its glowing surface. It lit up for a moment—I got a quick taste of the pain that was coursing through him, just a sliver and my knees buckled.
Neo moved in a blur, grabbed me, and lowered me to rest against the wall. It pulsed, a dim light illuminating the room and catching on Neo’s wings. I briefly saw horns, a tail, dark eyes, and a thick head of fiery red hair… and then it was gone.
It had to be my imagination.
“There has to be something I can do, right?” I said, suddenly frantic. “There’s no way we can read each other’s thoughts, yet I can’t save him from fucking dying.”
Neo observed me for a few seconds, then clucked his tongue. “What if you could share energy similar to how you share your emotions?”
I blinked. “I don’t really knowhowwe share our emotions, it just happens. I don’t really think about it, either. I sort of just feel things, then he feels them too, and vice versa.”
“Okay, then,” he acquiesced, “Sharing energy is just like how you share your thoughts, similar to how we angels learn to control our heavenly energy so that we can dwell amongst humans. It’s like an exchange. You said you imagined the thought-bond like a ‘door’ between your minds—that’s a door you made up, so, just make another one. Label them or something so you don’t confuse them, but basically, the one for the bond itself can just be for emotions and stuff, and the other can be for energy.”
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back against the wall to focus. A simple white door formed in my head that linked Sariel and I, similar to the one I’d subconsciously created for our bond.
“Imagine that on the other side of that door is a field of drying flowers,” Neo suggested.
I immediately thought of the beautiful field near Credence’s cottage. I pulled open the door in my head, yet found a withered version of the one growing around the cottage—I knew before I heard Neo say that I needed to water them.
A can appeared in my hand right as I wanted it.
